Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated

May 22, 1942, Luoyang.

As the saying goes, if a soldier is a raging enemy, a general will be raging in the nest.

After the Battle of Zhongtiao Mountain, the former commander-in-chief of the First War Zone of Guo Prefecture was ruthlessly dismissed by Shancheng Baldou due to many problems such as the failure of a large-scale battle and his personal ideological stance.

An army cannot be without a commander for a day.

The new commander who replaced him was, of course, Air General JDW, who was proficient in eating, drinking, prostitution, and gambling. He always had a private urologist by his side.

With the appointment of this Five Tiger General, the First Preserved Fruit War Zone, which had been fighting back and forth with the Japanese Twelfth Army, completely entered a hopeless state of banditry.

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In the city, the first theater headquarters.

"Three days! We've been fighting in Northern Henan for three whole damn days, and your intelligence department hasn't collected even a single bit of useful military information!"

"A bunch of trash waiting to die, is it possible that all the activity funds I allocate to the three departments every quarter are spent on women's bellies? If the thirteen counties in northern Henan fall into the hands of the Eighth Route Army, how should I report to them? Shancheng will tell you!"

"Get out of here, get out of here! If there is no confirmation before dark, one of you will be waiting to be shot!"

After outputting a series of extremely pregnant southern dialects to his subordinates, the air general's bad mood seemed to have eased a little.

Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. When he saw the group of staff members gathered in the corner of the combat conference room, pretending to be busy, he immediately became disapproving.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Now is a troubled time. As the first theater staff group, don't you need to analyze the battlefield situation and make suggestions for the country? I will only say it once, start working quickly!"

If you want to use one word to briefly summarize the command system of the first theater, it must be the word "chaos".

The above summary is not an embarrassing statement that denies a person’s innocence.

After all, the Japanese 35th Division, as the enemy, and the theoretical friendly 5th Theater had unanimously given almost unanimous evaluations.

This conclusion must be full of gold.

There is no way, who made the top management of Preserved Fruit basically rotten.

The staff of headquarters at all levels are not trained on a daily basis, and all work is neglected and unprepared. When it comes to war, it's not like you have a black eye.

The grassroots are willing to kill the enemy, but the troops at all levels are seriously short of staff officers with professional backgrounds, and they can only end up with a tragic end without being able to recover.

In such dire circumstances, it is a military miracle to be able to set up a grassroots team.

Facing the bewildered subordinates, the flying general suppressed his inner anger. He strode to his chief of staff, and then said in a stern tone:

"The Eighth Route Army's standard equipment includes aircraft, artillery and tanks, as well as infantry with outstanding combat capabilities. The Japanese only have one division and two brigade-level troops, and there is a high probability that they will not be able to stop their attack."

"Move for me!"

"Before dark, I need you to work out a detailed racing plan based on the assumption that the Japanese army will be defeated. If we can regain the lost ground without spending a single soldier, people all over the country will look at our first theater with admiration!"

After receiving the order from their superiors, the frightened staff immediately took action.

but! Since there was not even the most basic military sandbox and enemy-friendly situation map in the combat conference room, they had to start from scratch, and the progress was naturally astonishingly slow.

Facing the absurd scene, the flying general could only clenched his fists with red eyes, and his chest kept rising and falling with the heavy breaths coming out of his mouth. Anyone could see that this was a sign of anger.

"Bastard."

Just when JDW was about to start spraying, there was a sudden burst of noisy footsteps outside the house, which forcibly interrupted his forward swing of casting.

After a while, a middle-aged man wearing the uniform of a preserved fruit general walked into the combat conference room of the First Theater Command.

Behind him, there was also a large group of Central Army soldiers from Wuyangyang.

The enemy was extremely jealous when they met. After seeing who it was, the flying general immediately stopped scolding his subordinates, and then greeted him in a sinister tone:

"Hey, isn't this our busy businessman? What brought you here from the border areas of the four provinces of Shandong, Suzhou, Anhui and Henan? Sit down quickly."

"What are the instructions from our deputy commander today? With such a large number of troops mobilized, could it be that there is some important matter in the mountain city?"

The current No.1 Preserved Fruit War Zone is a magical place no matter how you look at it.

The commander-in-chief, the flying general, is essentially a polished commander. The deputy commander TEB not only has "powerful" direct troops, but also an independent territory rich in resources.

This weird situation, coupled with the fine tradition of preserved fruit, the two of them must have beaten the human brain into a dog brain.

In order to gain a foothold, the former could only continue to win over miscellaneous troops, including several armies of the Sichuan Army and the Northwest Army into its own camp, and at the same time incorporated a large number of bandits.

In order to become the king of the Central Plains, the latter spent unlimited amounts of money to bribe officials at all levels, making the entire war zone a mess.

It was under this premise that 1+1=-∞ that the first preserved fruit theater in the original timeline staged a rout that shocked the world on the eve of victory.

As for the meaning of Tang Da merchant?

Nothing more than the literal meaning.

While leading troops and being beaten, this fellow used his power to wantonly suck blood in his own territory, and in just one year he established a business empire spanning many industries.

According to the records of the Holy Land, in the whole year of 1941 alone, Tang Da Shangshi made 100 million French francs.

There is no way, who made the knowledge of making money the most popular elective course in Huangpu. The current senior executives of preserved fruits are all top-notch experts in this field.

Facing the ridicule of his colleagues, Tang Da Shangshi just showed a sarcastic smile, not caring about the soft knife in the other party's words.

In his opinion, the flying general was just a loser who had competed with him for power. It was completely a self-degrading behavior to have a verbal dispute with him.

"Heh, Brother Ming San, it seems that your intelligence capabilities are still so backward."

"As early as thirteen hours ago, the Japanese troops in northern Henan cut off their arms to survive and completed the reunion with the 35th Division in Kaifeng. Calculating the time, the devils are almost out of the province."

"As for the race to grab land? I advise you to put away your naive ideas. The Eighth Route Army now has armored units. No matter how fast the war horses are, they can't be faster than the galloping light tanks."

As soon as these words came out, the flying general's face suddenly became extremely ugly. Being slapped in the face by a competitor is more uncomfortable than quitting sex and gambling.

Fortunately, his face is thick enough, and he adjusted his mood in just a few seconds.

The other party took the initiative to visit and disclosed first-hand information directly, which must be a certain degree of cooperation intention. With the idea that it would be a bastard not to take advantage of an opportunity, he took the initiative to speak:

"Brother Keqin, you and I are old acquaintances, and we have also served together in the same war zone to defend the country. If you have anything to say, you might as well make it clearer."

Sure enough, the flying general's direct advance brought the desired effect.

The businessman Tang waved his hand, indicating that all the idle people in the combat meeting room should leave. When there were only two people left in the room, he sat directly on the armchair and said:

"Brother Ming San, we have to admit that the Eighth Route Army has developed very quickly in the past two years. In a sense, the other side has already vaguely shown the strongest momentum of the Republic of China."

"However, the amount of food needed to maintain a large army is also an astronomical figure, and they are bound to face the problem of food shortage."

"After all, Shanxi Province is also a disaster-stricken area, and the grain output of Suiyuan can only barely feed the people of the province. So, even if the bandit army occupies half of Henan Province, it will not last long."

"And what we need to do is just to speed up the process of collapse for the other side."

In order to make his words more convincing, Tang Da Shangren took out the investigation file of the provincial security commander.

The report clearly stated in black and white that this year's wheat harvest in the whole province is only 30% of that in previous years. In this disaster, the province cannot save itself by relying on its own strength.

At this point, how could the flying general not understand the deep meaning of his colleague's words.

It's nothing more than spreading rumors to the victims, letting endless people pour into the Eighth Route Army's control area and eat up the opponent's few stored grains.

Although this trick is very despicable, it is indeed efficient. Who let the bandit army shout about loving the people like their own children every day?

Well, the commander-in-chief made contributions in public, and the deputy commander sent "guerrillas" to sabotage in secret. Afterwards, the results were divided 50-50, which is very reasonable!

After his thoughts were understood, the flying general rubbed his chin and added in a gloomy and vicious tone:

"The harvest time of winter wheat is from late June to early July. Under the premise of a large influx of refugees, the opponent will definitely not be able to take care of maintaining order and summer harvest at the same time."

"In this way, the Eighth Route Army will collapse without attacking."

"Yes, Brother Keqin's clever plan kills two birds with one stone. It's really Jia Xu in the world. Okay. I'll arrange it now." (End of this chapter)